No. 27 Phoenix Street.
William parked the carriage and, of his own accord, went to open the door.
After entering the room, Aaron took off his hat and coat, handed them to William, and casually instructed, "Make a cup of hot cocoa and bring it to the study!"
William bowed and withdrew, the shock still lingering in his heart.
To outsiders, they had merely gone to visit an exhibition today. Who could have imagined that Kebo Phil, the magician who had run rampant through Plymouth for days and toyed with the Investigation Bureau, would die just like that?
Inside the study.
Ignoring William's shock, Aaron sat behind the desk, spread out a sheet of writing paper, and prepared to write a letter.
This time, by killing Kebo Phil, he could be said to have partially ruined the Desire Spirit Sect's plans. At the same time, he had exposed part of his identity, which would inevitably draw an even fiercer counterattack.
After all, over the matter of Mary Street Church alone, they had sent a magician to harm him, while incidentally probing into Baron Jacques's case.
Hmm, that means this baron's position may be more important than I imagined... He has stirred up quite a few sects—Blood of Decay, the Gourmet Association, the Desire Spirit Sect... Hmm?
Aaron's gaze deepened. These three secret organizations shared one thing in common: they all involved "Crimson" or "darkness."
"So... is the force behind this the mother-son pair, Mother of Night and Lord of Corpse Collection?"
After pondering for a while, Aaron spread out the writing paper and wrote the opening: "Dear Mr. Halsey..."
In the letter, he briefly mentioned the Desire Spirit Sect, the theft of the Iron Crown, the relationship between the magician and this sect, and so on, noting that Halsey could